Bangla Poems | Examples of Bangla Poetry

the horses Three horses graze on my land, and one is still a foal. In the twilight and with gentle rain falling they remind me of the horses of bygone days when I steered the plow that made furrows in dark, clean soil. When I stroke their flank, the good aroma of warm horses arises; dreams are endless. In daylight, they pretend...

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A cello moans through cedar fog, low notes trembling between her teeth. Amber bowstrings tighten, vibrating against ribs— wood groans beneath the weight of sound. Resin clings to fingertips, drawn taut over hollow curves. Each bow stroke sharpens the air, Splitting migraines into cascading cacophony The final note— held breath, a whispering overtone, unraveled into stillness....

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The other Illusion I met a group of people I vaguely thought familiar after a while it came to me and said, you are the same people I met 15 years ago, glad laughter we wondered if you had forgotten us. I was baffled an old dream had produced a new one or was there no past it all happens...

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Believe in me, Because you cannot be Alone in your thoughts. A lie might make true what is not! Be feared, be scared, Be ware of what I am. A love, a warm drain, Along will wash your filthy brain… And because I am one of you, I know every one of you. I know just what to do! And I know this too: ...

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Wandering cloud, turn back to your return voyage, a safe trip home Send these to my reverie soul, one of a nomadic troubadour, vagabond When down pouring rain moisten the topsoil of thy land They do shed tears, heartache, with a lonely "room", happening in unknown ...

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amare tumi Ashesh Unending a bliss from you in me , mystic thy muse is such a sweet amen quenched once, rejuvenated again, life reborn, endeared , again and again So many valleys en carved so many river basins, trailing through delta ashore My knickknack harp chanted your lungs to breathe beyond embellishment so many times a...

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Bhanu Singher Padaboli Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe) O'er the Eden grief, solitary floral, she. myriad, myrtle a soft croon of oblivion, the harp of the wind, weaverbird humming thistle Overcoming the fear, verses as they weave beyond subtle murmur Soulmate, a windcatcher, come along, fly on, o fly on! The sky blue innocence a morn and my morning dew the heart...

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A virtuous man stands tall, far ahead, Preaches mercy, yet calls heretics dead, Speaks of hell, if he had seen, Prescribes salvation and condemns unclean, He sings of heaven till his last breath, Then why, priest do you fear that death? An infidel knows no rules, the trouble begins, How can a priest keep him from sins? Does...

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A violent rushing wind crept through my bedroom window, bringing with it the Brooklyn air and the smell of fumes. It's not a good combination at all. When will I ever learn that the young Gen Z is more frustrated than us baby boomers? When we are in bed, they are up all night. When...

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pre-surgery I have growth on my lower leg which I bravely ignored till my wife said I was smelling It offended me, who showers every morning I went to see my doctor, a woman in her the sixties, she insisted on kissing me when I visit as a result, I love her Yes, it was a tumor surgery, the ninth of Dismember My doctor's...

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We know it was a great fanfare  when Elon Musk sent a Tesla car towards the stars with a fully loaded battery When the hoopla died down and eyes were diverted to the everyday problems on earth The car started by itself and began visiting planet Saturn and little Pluto and other planets of interest When the time is right and astronauts,...

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Sun is in shadow Misty breeze hits bamboo leaves Music released ...

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What if I'd never been born, never scorned, What if there were a blank stage, unadorned, What if I were a rose without a thorn, An unbruised, free soul, untouched, untorn, No joys or pains to tangle in my head, An utter silence where no voice was led. What if no dawn or dusk I had known, No roots, no ground, no...

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After the novel The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and avoid unwanted dreams We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos  of thoughts ducking up like mushrooms  after rain A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry  lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter despair, no, no, this can't be true You...

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A warning The picture of my mother that hangs on the wall opposite where I try to work, fell down I took this as a warning not to stray too far to  the right and end up in the Nazi camp. My mother, a lifelong communist, believed her the party would bring equality, the right to speak  with certain moderations, say being...

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